My kids are driving me to drink.

Why do sleepers and creepers have ten thousand tiny snaps? Seriously, what the fuck is up with that? Note to clothing manufacturers - I have two words for you: giant zipper. From toe to neck. Do you have any idea how hard it is to dress a wiggling baby who refuses to lie still for ten seconds so you can fasten a dozen tiny snaps around her legs? How about two wiggly babies? It’s just ridiculous. Come on! We have individually wrapped hot dogs, pay at the pump, TIVO, and nail polish remover in a tiny jar with a sponge you just dip your fingers into. Yet, NOBODY has figured out yet that wiggly babies need zippers instead of a dozen tiny snaps? I’m disappointed to be an American!!

Papa Murphy’s Take-and-Bake pizza is the fucking bomb, dude! Good thing I’m on Weight Watchers and painfully aware of every bite I put in my mouth, or I’d have a Papa Murphy’s Growing-and-Growing Ass.

Did I mention my kids are driving me to drink?

I’m so sick of doing that weird stepping dance, where you’re trying to navigate your way across the room, but you have to keep picking your feet up and leaping from side to side because there are Legos and Little People everywhere. My hell!!

It’s 9:02 p.m. I think I know four little monkeys who are about to ship off to dreamland. Thank God!

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